Sadly, you're happier now.

do you think that in searching for happiness,  you find more sadness instead? Or perhaps in becoming a more cheerful person, you also had to experience the bitterness of deeper pain? Would you pay that price then? When you achieve a goal but instead of delirious jubilation usually associated with achievements you find yourself confused what would that mean? Hey! Just imagine what would happen if I mismatch all your emotions to wrong situations. You'll never know what to work for again!

I know people always look back at their childhood and say that times were happier back then. Perhaps it is not that childhood was a happier time. But that emotions in childhood was more moderate and mild? Or maybe it just became a distant memory of a hazy utopia we project into our own minds.

is faith a chemical reaction?

just like anger, emotions, feelings, love, though processes are discovered to be chemical and electrical reactions within the human body, is faith also as such?
If it is then discovered that faith is a complex process of hormones and chemical/electrical reactions of synapses. In that case, if scientists were able to recreate this chemical process through artificial means, wouldn't you be able to physically inject 'faith' into a human body? Just like how there are now pills to increase your endorphin levels to counter depression, hormonal injects to turn a man girly, would you soon be able to increase a person's faith in something?

"Expecting life to treat you fairly because you're a good person is like expecting a bull not to charge because you're a vegetarian" Dennis Wholey
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is life fair?


i wonder...


what if I try to be philosophical and say "it's not what life gives you, it's what you make of it" and thus life is fair?


but don't you need materials to create something? do we all have the same amount and same quality of material? If you give one person a pack of blue-tac and the other modeling clay with all tool provided and a kiln, and both are of equal talent, who would be able to reproduce a more accurate model of Beethoven's bust?


or maybe i'm too shallow to understand

how did it change?

do you remember when you're young and you were accidentally given a few extra coins in the change while buying a little snack or toy from the corner shop? And being the virtuous little child, you return the extra amount and the shopkeeper and everyone around beams with pride at the honest little kid while you're secretly chaffed at your amazing mathematical skills.

then you grew up and the few extra coins turn into hundreds of dollars and suddenly the beaming faces change into twisted swirls of agony and little beady eyes with weary wrinkles around the corners. You're no longer the bright honest angel but simply a foolish foolish naïve thing giving away cash that could be yours. The shopkeeper no longer smiles warmly at you but narrows his eyes in suspicion. You little cheater. The story changes.

was it just a superficial moral?

McQ Red Velvet

A McQueen cupcake leftover from Press meet! The entire box was almost untouched and when they brought it in I thought it was a gigantic box of PIZZA! slightly chestfallen....

It's red velvet vanilla with cream cheese frosting and black dye for the logo that turned everyone into zombie mouths. Apparently the cupcake's from Hummingbird. I can now very safely say, I've finally tried Red Velvet and i hate it. It taste simply of food coloring and I got an upset tummy from the chemicals. lol! so much for a pretty thing.

But i must say i love love love it when there's someone's birthday here. We get Marks & Spencer double chocolate gateaus and because everyone's on fad diets and being really skinny, I usually get to eat a couple of slices. :P

Love it!

I'm on sale! Well, technically, Conversations in CMYK is on sale. But taken apart and given completely new names by my boss. -_-! this does feel surreal....

Artist-Clara-Yee

from moorgate to barking

There must be some days when you just wake up with an 'Information Desk' sign stuck across your forehead.

When you get pass your days making minimal contact to strangers, having five approach you consecutively in one single morning is enough to make you wonder if maybe your dark blue windbreaker doesn't make you look like a Tube security personnel. And the best part? There's only one line, in one direction on that one platform.

So anyway I've come to the conclusion that us humans are forever thinking about running away to another planet when Earth finally fails us. But in actuality, we fled to Earth... from Mars! *nods seriously* That would totally explain the history of water existence on Mars and the asteroid killing the dinosaurs theory (that would be our spacecraft landing on Earth). woooahhh... that's the answer to life right there.



Well, yes, I do suffer from lack of sleep. Why do you ask?